A couple weeks ago I sat in a group of women at a Prayer & Dessert Fellowship at church as the only non-mom. The majority were around my age and had anywhere from 1-4 children. Then we had a few older moms who had already been at the stage my peers were going through.
As the women talked, I fought back tears. I couldn't have been more self-conscious or felt that I stood out more. When it came time to go around the circle and introduce ourselves I felt such dread. They are all in the threshold of child rearing full-time and I am in my new phase of life, back to working in an office full-time with no plans on the table for growing our family right now- "just living life" as I always say to people while I feel my heart get pricked.
So I shared about my current phase of life and how long my husband and I have been married (because I feel like that is an accomplishment!), and felt like a total odd-ball. Prayer request time was much the same. But I thought it was time to throw in, as if it wasn't obvious by that point in the evening (although the talk was so entrenched in motherhood and child rearing that they may not have even noticed?), that dh and I are Infertile. I hate that word. When it rolls off my tongue it feels foreign although it is the life we now know. The word that crushed our dreams. But I shared how I am currently on a "joy journey" and seeking God's will for my life as an individual, as dh is as well. And some things I am getting involved with in church, when one of the older women there prompted me to share.
What I didn't tell you yet is that I organized this evening and the ones that will follow once a month this summer. And to be honest, I am still not sure I am going to attend the next one. I am currently praying about that and working through how I feel. But I couldn't have been more encouraged when I shared this experience with my friend and women's ministry leader over lunch a few days later, and she told me with certainty that, "That is God preparing you for leadership." Wait. What?! It seemed odd at first, but then it makes more sense as I talk to dh about it and read articles on leadership in the Church and throughout the bible. It's scary, but yet refreshing to think that God often times takes those individuals who are "different" than the rest, to refine them and set them apart in order to rise to a position of leadership.
Throughout the evening and as I left, I felt God's presence with me. In spite of my pain, I felt blessed that as a result of God laying such an event on my heart to organize, He was moving. Not exactly how I had planned, but how He did. I know that many of the women (a.k.a. moms) were blessed by this evening out and receiving encouragement from others through the openness and sharing that took place. I am thankful for that. I just am not sure that these gatherings are going to be a "healthy" place for me personally.
I am still figuring this concept of "leadership" out and most certainly will be, one step at a time for the rest of my life, but I just wanted to share a different perspective that maybe one of you haven't considered in your journey through struggles and pain. Something that was shared with me that shed some new light on my path.




